The smell of fresh flowers

In morning's light, a soft embrace,

The scent of blooms, a sacred space.

Petals whisper secrets, delicate and sweet,

Nature’s perfume, where earth and sky meet.

Roses bloom with velvet grace,

Lilies lift their fragrant face.

Jasmine trails on evening air,

A gentle kiss, beyond compare.

In gardens lush, where colors play,

The fragrant hues guide the day.

Daisies dance in sunlit beams,

Each whiff a reminder of forgotten dreams.

Lavender sways in the warm breeze,

A calming touch, a moment to seize.

Honeysuckle, sweet as a summer’s sigh,

Inviting memories as time drifts by.

In every corner, scents intertwine,

A symphony of life, a love divine.

The smell of fresh flowers, wild and free,

A fragrant canvas of harmony.

With every inhale, worries dissolve,

In nature’s embrace, we find resolve.

The petals, the leaves, the earth's gentle call,

In the scent of fresh flowers, we feel it all.

So let us wander through gardens vast,

Breathing in beauty, a spell cast.

For in each bloom, a story unfolds,

The smell of fresh flowers, a treasure to hold.